Russian Consular Council Permission

I am writing to you dear love today from Vietnam, Hanoi. It was a great sexual adventure and many hot nights working with you. 

I know you are writing memoirs you will bind together and publish about our wild adventures while working together. 

You should remember Agne Angelholm a sex goddess and diplomat, a woman to lure you around the finger for her lobbying skills.

You should remember Vivi Ra, Diana Litouwen, Laura Turner, Egle Grybauskaite and Andre Kaliningrad, were our seasoned sex managers.

Their planning with heavy Russian account investments opened many international branches. The Hotelier strategic supply and demand chain business plan vision our MC Pang loved for. 

We loved you MC Pang. 

You should remember a hot dinner date banquet with King of England HM Andrew Sex, the King and Queen of Netherlands HM Lord Remo and HM Patricia Willingness Remo. 

You school play orgy presenting a school play in front of dinner date on stage like a respectful Amsterdam Peepshow theatre. 

How well you built into a whores three King of Netherlands daughters to be well mannered prostitutes. 

The Kingdom of Netherlands would be proud of their registered labour skill. 

"Three blind mice, three blind mice." When curtains opened. The monarchy made a round of applause. 

On the table they served imported women from Japan covered in fresh seafood, a luxury caught from the shores of England. 

They were our main sponsors and the bodies we sold. 

We were dolls, the barbies. 

Warinya and Waree corporation presentation play introduces a new sexual education teacher programme trained pupil. 

It was me. Agne Angelholm to three daughters from King of Netherlands; King of England hosting Japanese women as plates in his banquet. 

Our sex case of England His Majesty Andrew Sex grabs of Hokkaido females unshaven groin a piece of sushi and licks his lips watching a presentation show the Russian Federation sponsored for them. 

"They will be great biatches." He smiles at the Queen and King of the Netherlands before their three daughters are exposed to sexual joys. 

I hope I remember well it was his initiative to see a potential in you my dear love from Thailand. 

How a huge whore you grew and opened your first brothel business in Oxfordshire. 

Our sex convention in an old farm bard made a great investment night. 

However I continue piling you up pages with my memoirs for you to bind and publish the joy it was on a dinner date. 

The King of Netherlands pulls his zipper and pulls out his piece to throw out his fat pig. 

He can notice his wife's fingernails crawling closer to break King of Netherlands trousers gates down. 

Her tips of nails electrified touch tells everything she squeezes the royal crotch of England. 

Her eyes and corner of lips smiles but her hand is busy waving her three spawns from the King of Netherlands. 

The curtains are pulled and her nails dig in while the King of England is chewing on another fresh piece of seafood not taking the eyes to enjoy the show. 

Vivi Ra walks in three privately educated monarchy of Netherlands into a show wearing nothing but their birthday suits.

The fresh and loose rubber hips from three daughters told us their perspective of the future to juicy details. 

Diana Litouwen walks behind his three daughters wearing the same black leather lingerie twisted her hair to a ponytail and cinematic red lipstick smiling erratically. 

Vivi Ra wearing identical outfit and identical heart shape stam under her eyes.

She licks and seats on of the three daughters like a mastermind puppieter under flashing lights playing a house music on a french art deco chair spreads monarchy of Netherlands to see a fresh princess wide open. 

She runs her finger nail across her love standing behind her and tastes her red lipstick while enjoying her dinner. 

His Majesty of England smiles and waves to one of the barbies from the Netherlands educated in England. He is proud of sexual education.

Laura Turner and Egle Grybauskaite walk with the other two princesses of Netherlands on their knees wearing nothing but a birthday suit. 

Ms Turner and Ms Grybauskaite holding dog leashes on their necks smiling while giggling on red lipstick. 

Andre Kaliningrad walks behind them stroking his piece to start a sexual intercaourse. 

His bloated stomach and hairy chest told how nasty he is to play three princess on stage for monarchy. 

His screaming kettle shape piece is a symbol of ugliness and power to take the virginity of three princesses. 

It will be our blood bath. While I planned this show in our Oxfordshire office. 

We were their seasoned sex managers.

The act and show continued Andre Kaliningrad walks past two pets on the leashes and stops at an art deco chair forcefully feeds his erection. 

"You sock on it slut of the Netherlands." His tight sailors grip on her well made hair chokes her spitting saliva to breathe back in the sailors' piece. "You European Dutch whore from a diplomatic whores family eat my Russian Federation piece." 

He pulls out and slaps across her face to walk away and pick one of the princesses on their knees for a dog style to enjoy the first virgin of the night. 

I slide her jaw with a fingernail looking in her wild eyes I lick her cheek. "It is ok." 

Andre Kaliningrad claims with his chest about his old body to kneel and place his piece in her back. 

He seems focused more than working as back gardener for my house. I learned his perspective. 

He pushes in and grabs her by the hair uncontrollable and forcefully slapping their hips together without a care. It is her first time. 

He shows how dirty Russian he is. 

"Ahhhh." The King of England made a noise the Queen of Netherlands forced on him. 

Her thick caring hands on mother spilled the juicy details in England. 

His Majesty Lord Remo decides to help himself to a piece of sushi his neck aims for. 

Him looking his first daughter in the eyes, losing her virginity to a Russian sailor bought from a gardening job. 

The King of Netherlands breathes in. "Hmmm, it is the true seafood of Asia." 

He licks his plate clean aiming like a wild beast to bite through the net to slaughter a chicken hut. 

A true pack man feeding in a greed on her legs suddenly the table plate moans and he pulls her legs on his shoulder not stopping his gaze from his daughter. 

The King of Netherlands feeds on joy. 

Him licking left foot to right foot he waits for her to spread a little longer he starts to suck on the meat. 

The King of England looks on him. "I am happy my banquet gone well." 

The Queen of Netherlands picks up a table napkin on fingertips to wipe her hands and licks the tip. "I never knew King Andrew Sex had such a great taste." 

The King of England picks up a bell and male servant walks in with a cleaning kit bag to clean his Savile Row tailored suit from a sucker punch. 

Andre Kaliningrad pulls out his sword covered in blood. 

"I done ya biatch." The hand picks her up on her neck pulling her gaze to look on his piece.

"You look at it biatch and always remember what the Russian Federation did to you. You always live with it." 

He stands up and walks to another barbie to continue his job. 

The theatre continued. I am writing to you, MC Pang and I hope you will bind it in your memoirs book I helped you to remember one of our privilege we had working. 

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"Don't you have a beer?" He inquires. I down a shot quickly, enjoying the instant burn in my throat. 

"No," I responded. He raises the shot glass and swirls the drink. I looked at him in curiosity, wondering what he was up to. 

"Here goes nothing," he says more to himself and empties the glass. I applauded his bravery and took another shot for myself.

I still felt my heart ache despite the volume of liquor I had in my system. Frustrated, I crawl to my drinking partner and place a kiss on his lips. He takes that as a cue and begins trailing kisses along my neck down to the valley of my breast. I felt his teeth clamp on my nipple, his other hand cupping my breast. He sucks hard on my nipple while massaging the mound on my chest. I could tell he was drunk from his sloppy movements. He moves his hands down to my nether region. I feel him widen my leg and fill my hole with his fingers. He twirls around and pulls out in succession. Instinctively I push towards him, trying to get more of his fingers. He pulled them out instead, and before I could think, his mouth followed. I was already wet, and I could feel my juices. He licks the folds of my pussy slowly, and I feel agony at the pace. I beckon on him to increase his movements, but he doesn't. He bites on the lips of my pussy, making me shudder in intense pleasure. The Latvia male was teasing me.

Behind us on my night cabinet next to our current love nest next to a lamp to let our shadows play layed a recent letter from Ange Angelholm in Vietnam Hanoi.